You might expect me to trot out some lines about Brexiteers being a swashbuckling gang of Baby Boomers, out to steal the futures of their children and their grandchildren. I might snootily flick in something about Little Englanders, cobbled streets, Hovis ads and a past that never existed.

Except I can’t, because having been born in 1980, I was not part of that past.

I could bang on about racism, xenophobia, small-mindedness, and the fact that nostalgia was once actually classed as an illness.

But I’m not going to do any of these things. I’m not going to do any of these things because if there is one thing I fear more than Brexit, then it is the bleating, bellyaching reaction to it.

While we cannot know what we will wake up to on Friday, we can be certain that if it’s a decision to leave the EU, then the caterwauling from the self-declared good people of the Left will start in earnest, and like a bad case of tinnitus, it will not stop for weeks.

We know this because it happened only 13 months ago, when 11 million people had the temerity to think differently from them and vote for a Conservative government (“but only 37 per cent wanted the Conservatives!” they wailed, despite having kept curiously quiet when only 36 per cent of the electorate wanted a Labour government in 2005).

“Who are these c–––s who voted Tory?” asked one of my most “liberal” friends on Facebook.

“To the selfish morons who voted for Cameron et al: I hope you are proud of yourselves,” wrote another. “I hope you enjoy your slightly lower taxes, you shameless, shameless human beings.”

As Dick Tuck famously said when he lost out on the chance of a seat in the Californian Senate: “the people have spoken, the bastards!”

My goodness, the Left carped for Queen and country – and I say this as someone who voted Labour.

On and on they went, storming through Westminster because of the result of a democratically-held election, campaigning for … what exactly? An electoral system more akin to the types found in, say, Zimbabwe, or North Korea?

It was more like watching a room full of toddlers chucking their toys out of a pram than a protest – except the aggressive tone made it far less amusing.

And here we are just over a year on, watching the same thing unfold on social media – and this time, anyone who dares to be out and proud is shouted down and treated as if they keep a back room full of Gollywogs.

On Facebook and Twitter people can simply not believe that others might hold different opinions – this is because they don’t really leave Twitter, and when they do, it’s only to hang out with other people on Twitter who have the same views as them. That is fine.

Most of us only want to spend time with like-minded people – arguing eventually gets tiring and can become exceedingly boring. Sitting around in a pub patting yourself on the back for being excellent and right is much more fun.

But if in doing so you clean forget that there are other views out there, then you’re not living in the real world. You’re living in a narcissistic echo-chamber. You are in for a shock.

Similarly, it would be truly terrible if the Out camp were to gripe should the majority of the country vote to stay in. There must not be talk of “sympathy” votes in the wake of the dreadful murder of Jo Cox.

There are millions of reasons why people stick an “X” in a box when they enter a polling booth, and all the focus groups in the world will never be able to pinpoint every single one of them.

In fact, it doesn’t really matter why people vote the way that they do – just that they live in a country where they have the right to do so, as they please, without fear of any recriminations.